It's the haters who engage me most. Who attempt to shout me down. To call be derogatory names. The theme among remarks reflected that I was not fast enough to be called a runner. That my technique won't work for fast runners. That since I am not fast, I do not have credibility.
I wrote response comments to most every hater and tried to reason? Can't we validate all runners, anyone what strives to make it to the finish line? Can't endurance sport be inclusive of everyone?
That got me thinking.
About endurance sport, about how endurance sport athletes hold a hierarchy. For those in the front of the pack, then other participants who are perceived as "less" than themselves.
It was also a time when I was thinking about how to author a companion book to "Mind Over Diet."
And how to attempt my first fiction writing in over 40 years.
And how to address a topic that is prevalent in endurance sport. Food addiction and compulsive eating related to performance.
That's when I created my main character, Liliana. Trim, fit, appealing. And one who manipulates others.
Liliana was on top of her game, but then Food came into her life. She wanted to break away. But she could not.
This was not the love affair she had intended. It was not a healthy relationship. She traded her affection for Food, the satiating appeal, but then, the dark remorse that followed.
Call it steamy romance, call it a horror story. But, it is redemptive. Liliana finds another course.
It's a self publishing project, for Amazon:
I made a short video to capture my thoughts: